This Was No Dream

I know I wasn't dreaming,

though I am prone to do that;

Somewhere in the cloudiness of my mind,

I know this time it was real,

for I can close my eyes and see you

as surely as I did on that day,

standing before me, with your hair

ruffled from the wind;

I can feel my body tremble from your touch,

as you brushed my hair from my eyes, and

moved closer for a kiss....

THAT kiss...Oh, how I remember!

It was no dream, for my lips tingle

just from the thought.

I remember the way my fingers

clutched at your blue shirt, soft

it felt in these hands of mine

as I pulled you close to me.

And your voice.

How could I forget the way you

sounded when you whispered,

"Come here, my love."

It was no dream, for that sound

is ingrained into my very soul,

just as the sound of the ocean

is ingrained into my soul.

It is everlasting, and nobody

can ever take it away.